It's not vanity,
It's wonder.
How did this girl get here?
i wonder, looking in
the mirror,
Who are you?
I have no clue.
Slamming on the glass.
Trapped in the glass.
and the girl,
she smiles,
walks outside the glass.
and it's all black
because,
i'm trapped inside the glass
make it break.
make it break.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem